Faced with this fierce punch, Zhao Jingzhong quickly turned sideways and narrowly avoided it.

Then Zhao Jingzhong's eyes became stern, and he put his left hand's fingers together like a knife, bypassing Lin Zhongtian's arm and slashing fiercely at his throat from bottom to top. At the same time, he raised his right hand to grab Lin Zhongtian's wrist, completely turning the passive into active.

But how could Lin Zhongtian let him do as he wished?

Lin Zhongtian blocked Zhao Jingzhong's left elbow with his left hand, and changed his right fist into a palm to block Zhao Jingzhong's grab. Then he grabbed the opponent's forearm with his backhand and pulled it into his arms.

A terrifying force suddenly erupted, and Zhao Jingzhong was caught off guard and rushed forward.

Lin Zhongtian took advantage of the situation and slightly bent his right leg, then kicked hard at his knee from the side.

“Crack—”

"ah!!!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking was heard, accompanied by a piercing scream.

Zhao Jingzhong's left leg was twisted beyond recognition, his knee was shattered, and the white broken bones pierced through the pink flesh, exposed in the dusty air. Blood gushed out, adding a strong smell of blood to the entire room.

With a thud, Zhao Jingzhong fell to the ground, holding his knees. He clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain, raised his head, and looked at the tall figure in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

He never expected that in just one round, his leg would be broken by the man in front of him.

The opponent's speed was as fast as lightning and his strength was like a prehistoric beast. He was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life.

Looking at Zhao Jingzhong lying on the ground, Lin Zhongtian was a little disappointed.

As he walked towards Zhao Jingzhong, he shook his head and said, "I really don't understand why someone would compare you to Ding Xiu. In terms of martial arts, you are far inferior to Ding Xiu!"

"Wait a minute..."

Looking at the tall figure slowly approaching in front of him, Zhao Jingzhong forced out these words from between his teeth while enduring the severe pain. At the same time, he used his hands and feet to crawl backwards like a maggot, and his forehead with exposed veins was covered with cold sweat due to the pain.

At this moment, he was no longer able to process the information contained in Lin Zhongtian's words, and could only speak with his last bit of strength.

"Tell me first, who sent you to kill me, Wei Zhongxian? Don't trust that old guy, he has lost his power now. I am the current governor of the East Factory. Whether you want money, power or sex, I can satisfy you, as long as you--"

Before he finished his words, a pale bone claw touched Zhao Jingzhong's neck.

With a click, Zhao Jingzhong's words stopped abruptly.

"It's still the same old rhetoric. Can you be a little more innovative?"

Looking at those eyes that were still open, Lin Zhongtian shook his head, stood up boredly, hummed a little tune as if he had done something insignificant, and turned away.

He has long disliked this damn eunuch!

Not to mention Zhao Jingzhong's sinister character and vicious methods, his act of treason and becoming a traitor at the end of the movie was enough to make Lin Zhongtian sentence him to death in his heart.

It just so happened that when Lin Zhongtian returned to Beijing, he saw his figure, so he quietly followed him all the way to the wooden house, and this is what happened just now.

After killing Zhao Jingzhong, Lin Zhongtian felt happy.

But this happiness did not last long, because there were still wanted posters for him all over the capital.

The people in the yamen were like crazy, searching the whole city for his traces, so that he had to use the white eye perspective whenever he entered or left the city, wandering in the blind spots of everyone's vision and hiding his body in plain sight.

This method of "invisibility" is not difficult for Lin Zhongtian now.

But this feeling of being a rat crossing the street made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After returning to the capital, Lin Zhongtian did not rush to the secret house immediately, but first went to the inn where he had stayed before, where his luggage was temporarily stored and the gold and silver he brought with him when he left the mountains.

After entering the guest room, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but frown.

The guest room in front of me has become a mess.

The luggage was still there, but the gold and silver inside had disappeared.

Obviously, this guest room did not escape the clutches of the detectives.

This is very interesting...

Before checking into the inn, Lin Zhongtian inquired about the background of the inn.

It is said to be the property of Wang Zaijin, the former Prince's Tutor and Minister of Punishments, and the current Prince's Guardian and Minister of War.

This man was a Jinshi in the 20th year of Wanli. He served in many important positions such as Shu Sheren, Jiangxi Provincial Governor, Right Deputy Censor-in-Chief, and Vice Minister of the Ministry of War. In March of the first year of Chongzhen, he was summoned to be the Minister of Punishments. In April, he was transferred to the Ministry of War and served as the Minister of War.

Although he would be stripped of his official title and sent back to his hometown in a year due to some incident, he was still a big shot in the capital at this moment, and was once the immediate superior of the government office.

Normally speaking, people in the government wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous with the businesses under his control.

At least they would not dare to take the money of the inn's guests openly while searching for a wanted criminal.

But now, the people in the government office behave so unscrupulously, which means there must be someone backing them up.

And the person who supports him is most likely a more powerful figure than Wang Zai Jin - Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian.

He is the only person in the world who cares most about Zhao Lihe's prison escape.

"Chongzhen, Chongzhen, you are still anxious..."

With a smile on his face, Lin Zhongtian turned and walked towards his luggage, changed his blood-stained clothes, put on a bamboo hat, and leisurely left the inn through the main entrance.

When they arrived on the street, Lin Zhongtian's attire, which clearly showed that he was hiding something, alerted the policeman who was following him secretly, and he quietly got up and followed him.

After turning a few streets and alleys, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, but there were more and more secret sentries following Lin Zhongtian.

At this moment, Lin Zhongtian suddenly quickened his pace and disappeared around the corner ahead.

The policeman who followed secretly didn't care about being exposed and hurriedly chased after him.

By the time they turned the corner, Lin Zhongtian had already disappeared.

The exasperated sentries could only stand there in rage and helplessness. After they calmed down, they discussed it and decided to send two people back to the government office to report the news, while the rest would split into several groups to search for the suspect.

At the same time, Lin Zhongtian had already come to the street, and while everyone's eyes were diverted elsewhere, he climbed over the roadside wall, then stepped on the attic wall in the yard and quietly climbed into the second-floor window.

After entering the attic, Lin Zhongtian closed the window and turned to look at the house.

There were a few orange warm lamps hanging in the house, and a desk placed horizontally in the middle. On the desk were luxurious study items and a copper incense burner emitting musk.

In front of the desk was a brocade couch embroidered with plum blossoms, on which lay two people, one large and one small.

The big one was a fat official who had taken off all his clothes except for a white shirt.

The younger one was a girl who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

At this moment, seeing someone climbing into the room from the window, the two people, one big and one small, could not help but stand there in a daze.

Lin Zhongtian glanced at the red official uniform and black official hat thrown casually beside the brocade couch and said unhappily.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a wanted criminal by the government?"

"you……"

The fat official was horrified. Just as he was about to stand up and scream, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger in front of him.

There was a bang, and the fat official's eyes rolled back and he fainted completely.

"Bah! Damn it, you can actually do that to a little girl of 11 or 12 years old?"

Lin Zhongtian spat and kicked the unconscious fat body off the brocade couch.

Then he raised his head, looked at the girl who was curled up and shivering on the bed, put a finger to his lips, and a kind smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Shhh - don't make any sound~"

"Otherwise, I can only make you become like him..."